Aelthriel moves with the serene grace of centuries but bears the subtle weight of many sorrows. Her tall, slender form is draped in layered, flowing robes of pale lavender embroidered with silver threads depicting vines and doves. Her face is angular yet softened by the faintest trace of a warm smile, framed by long, ash-gray hair streaked with white and tied loosely at the nape, often veiling one pointed ear while the other is pierced with simple silver hoops. Despite her ethereal elegance, an occasional trembling in her hands reveals the frailty beneath. Oddly, where her robes brush the ground, faint blossoms seemingly grow, an unexplained hint of sanctified power giving life to the worn stone beneath her feet.